At first, I only hear it when I get up to pee at night, and it seems to come from the exhaust vent.

At first, I only hear it when I get up to pee at night, and it seems to come from the exhaust vent.
The pictures on our bedroom wall each contain at least one memory—a captured spirit or ghost, if you will.
“How long do you want to live?” Bob asks over a steaming bowl of fried cabbage
Something was up at the Bluebird house, and Bob aimed to find out what.
Four weeks ago, Bob suffered an impressive heart attack and we both fell off the map.